My Best Friend's Brother: A Standalone Friends to Lovers Romance (Soulmates Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

repeat offenders when it comes
to drinking straight from the jug."
     
    "Right,"
I said, crossing my ankles. "I'll stick with my milkshake then."
     
    Shane
laid down beside me and put the bag between us. "You go first."
     
    I
rolled onto my side, pulled an Oreo from the bag, and held it up between us.
     
    His
fingers brushed mine as he tried to get a good grip on the side of the cookie
closest to him.
     
    "Ready?"
I asked, raising my eyebrows.
     
    He
nodded and began to twist.
     
    The
icing came off on my side. A surge of warmth burst in my stomach. "Truth
or dare?" I asked.
     
    He
narrowed his eyes at me. "Truth."
     
    I
pursed my lips, but stopped when I felt the crack stretch across the bottom
one.
     
    "Well?"
     
    "How
come you've been avoiding me?"
     
    He
turned an ear towards me. "I haven't been avoiding you."
     
    "But
we haven't hung out in ages-"
     
    "I've
been avoiding your ex."
     
    I
glanced down at the cookie bag.
     
    "Because
you deserve better, Andi. And it breaks my heart to see you happy with such
a-"
     
    "I
wasn't that happy."
     
    "I
know," he said. "But what was I supposed to do after I begged you not
to go out with him and you did anyway?"
     
    "For
what it's worth, you were right from the beginning," I said, falling back
against the pillows.
     
    "I
don't care about being right. I care about you being happy and safe."
     
    I rolled
my eyes. "Safe. You sound like my mother."
     
    He
flinched like he didn't agree.
     
    I
took a sip of my shake.
     
    "As
far as I'm concerned, the only good thing that came out of your relationship
with that wannabe wife beater is those leather boots," he said, nodding
towards the bag by the door.
     
    "They
are pretty hot boots," I said. "I'll wear them for you
sometime."
     
    His
cheeks flushed.
     
    "I
didn't mean it like that," I added quickly. "I meant-"
     
    "I
know," he said, holding up another Oreo.

Chapter 8: Shane
     
     
     
     
    I
didn't want to dwell on the thought of her in those boots.
     
    I
don't know why I even mentioned it, especially when she was laying on my bed in
my sweatshirt after a day when I'd done enough questioning my motives as it
was.
     
    After
all, the bottom line was that Andi trusted me, that she always had, and that
nothing was worth threatening that trust.
     
    And
yet all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her cracked lip and
make it better.
     
    She
grabbed one side of the Oreo I was holding, and we both twisted again.
     
    "Yes!"
she said, looking down at her icing covered half. "Truth or dare?"
     
    "Truth."
     
    She
tilted her head. "Don't you want a dare?"
     
    "I've
had a daring enough day as it is."
     
    "Okay."
     
    "Plus,
the truth is more interesting, don't you think?"
     
    She
shrugged. "Sometimes."
     
    "Shoot."
     
    "Who
are you taking to your barn dance this year?"
     
    "I
haven't decided yet."
     
    She
craned her neck forward. "But you must've thought about it."
     
    "I
guess."
     
    "I
thought you were seeing that Indian girl?"
     
    I
shook my head. "Seeing is too strong a word."
     
    "What
about the Chi O then? The one that thinks you’re crazy about her?"
     
    I
raised my eyebrows.
     
    "I
overheard her talking about you."
     
    "What
did she say?"
     
    "She
just made it sound like things between you guys were kind of serious."
     
    "Well,
they’re not."
     
    "With
anyone?" she asked.
     
    "Did
Izzy put you up to this?"
     
    "Not
exactly."
     
    "Tell
her to mind her own damn business. I don't try and trick her into telling me
which mustached beret model she's watching black and white movies with-"
     
    "Yes
you do."
     
    I
scooted back against the pillows. "I'm ready for the next Oreo."
     
    She
smiled and pulled another out of the bag. "Feeling lucky?"
     
    I
twisted the cookie and failed to get the icing again. "These are
rigged."
     
    "You
picked ' em ."
     
    "Truth,"
I said.
     
    She
sighed. "Okay. As a friend, how bad is my lip for real?"
     
    I
stared at it.
     
    "Oh
god, really? Is it